Thank you for killing people to decrease the world population.
Thank you for bringing recession and making us feel privileged about every penny that we have.
Thank you for bringing inflation and making everyone feel for the poor.
Thank you for taking our mind off worries like global warming and alien invasion.
Thank you for the 9/11 attacks so that movies now have a new subject and a new angle.
Thank you for all the violence so that now we can actually read so much from the newspapers.
Thank you for giving as real problems to take our mind off cosmetics and bar fights.
Thank you for the gunshots and the bombs so that now we feel strong and invincible.
Thank you for showing us daily violence, now we don’t cry every time we see a mutilated body.
Thank you! Your selfishness made us what we are today. Shells of a soul that is now dead. We cannot thank you enough!
Monday, May 11, 2009
This is Pakistan!
Tomorrow is a day off. 12th of May. Not Sunday but a weekday.
Wondering Why?
This is Pakistan! Now you have an answer?
Tomorrow, there is supposed to be a strike. And expected bloodshed and mayhem. Some clashes between different casts that I don’t want to get in and honestly do not understand.
You are probably either wondering how lucky to get days off or maybe that poor her and poor all the innocent Pakistani.
When I say bloodshed and mayhem, I do not feel scared. Neither do I feel anger. I just feel frustration. Frustration that you cannot do anything, frustration at the people who do not feel anything and frustration for the people who may not see anything after this day.
This is probably what many of us feel at this point of the drama. And drama it is, a well-constructed well-played out drama that has already been written by people we will never meet. The directors of our lives are ironic people with no feeling because we are just spawns to them in their chess game. The lights may get dim but the scene continues, the actors perform their roles, the audience enjoys from afar. And we do not have a say because we are busy playing our role and entertaining some ironic hotshot having a twisted sense of humor.
Wondering Why?
This is Pakistan! Now you have an answer?
Tomorrow, there is supposed to be a strike. And expected bloodshed and mayhem. Some clashes between different casts that I don’t want to get in and honestly do not understand.
You are probably either wondering how lucky to get days off or maybe that poor her and poor all the innocent Pakistani.
When I say bloodshed and mayhem, I do not feel scared. Neither do I feel anger. I just feel frustration. Frustration that you cannot do anything, frustration at the people who do not feel anything and frustration for the people who may not see anything after this day.
This is probably what many of us feel at this point of the drama. And drama it is, a well-constructed well-played out drama that has already been written by people we will never meet. The directors of our lives are ironic people with no feeling because we are just spawns to them in their chess game. The lights may get dim but the scene continues, the actors perform their roles, the audience enjoys from afar. And we do not have a say because we are busy playing our role and entertaining some ironic hotshot having a twisted sense of humor.
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